She looked every inch the pornstar slut she had been trained to be.
Heavy makeup, glossy cock-sucking lips painted a obscene shiny pink, fake lashes fluttering over glassy, vacant eyes. Her tits were pushed up and spilling out of a tiny top that barely qualified as clothing. Her waist was cinched, her ass round and barely covered by a skirt so short it flashed her bare, dripping pussy every time she shifted. She was dressed like a fucktoy who existed for one purpose only.
And every man who looked at her knew it.
They could see it in the way she walked hips rolling, tits bouncing, lips slightly parted like they were already waiting for a cock to fill them. They could see it in her eyes: that empty, eager, broken stare that screamed she no longer had any real use for her mouth except as a warm, wet hole.
Just thought of his words in her head and she felt it nowā¦ that humiliating, delicious rush between her legs. Knowing he saw her as nothing but a pretty cocksucker. Knowing he is right.
She was home now, legs spread wide on the bed, filming herself like the obedient little content slut sheād become. A thick, veiny silicone dildo was buried deep in her soaked pussy, stretching her perfectly. In her other hand she held the powerful massaging wand right against her swollen, aching clit.
She loved his writing and his looking at the spirals.
The combination was devastating.
Every slow grind of her hips made the dildo press against her G-spot. Every buzz of the wand sent white-hot pleasure ripping through her body. But the real trigger the thing that nearly made her cum instantly āwas the thought echoing in her empty head:
They all know my mouth is only good for sucking cock.
The humiliation hit her like a drug. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she forced them forward again, staring straight into the camera lens with that perfect pornstar glaze.
She was right on the edge.
She wanted to send him videos of herself exactly like this
She looked every inch the pornstar slut she had been trained to be.
Heavy makeup, glossy cock-sucking lips painted a obscene shiny pink, fake lashes fluttering over glassy, vacant eyes. Her tits were pushed up and spilling out of a tiny top that barely qualified as clothing. Her waist was cinched, her ass round and barely covered by a skirt so short it flashed her bare, dripping pussy every time she shifted. She was dressed like a fucktoy who existed for one purpose only.
And every man who looked at her knew it.
They could see it in the way she walked hips rolling, tits bouncing, lips slightly parted like they were already waiting for a cock to fill them. They could see it in her eyes: that empty, eager, broken stare that screamed she no longer had any real use for her mouth except as a warm, wet hole.
She was home now, legs spread wide on the bed, filming herself like the obedient little content slut sheād become. A thick, veiny silicone dildo was buried deep in her soaked pussy, stretching her perfectly. In her other hand she held the powerful massaging wand right against her swollen, aching clit.
The combination was devastating.
She looked every inch the pornstar slut she had been trained to be.
Heavy makeup, glossy cock-sucking lips painted a obscene shiny pink, fake lashes fluttering over glassy, vacant eyes. Her tits were pushed up and spilling out of a tiny top that barely qualified as clothing. Her waist was cinched, her ass round and barely covered by a skirt so short it flashed her bare, dripping pussy every time she shifted. She was dressed like a fucktoy who existed for one purpose only.
Just one glance from a stranger on the street and she felt it that humiliating, delicious rush between her legs. Knowing they saw her as nothing but a pretty cocksucker. Knowing they were right.
She was home now, legs spread wide on the bed, filming herself like the obedient little content slut sheād become. A thick, veiny silicone dildo was buried deep in her soaked pussy, stretching her perfectly. In her other hand she held the powerful massaging wand right against her swollen, aching clit.
Itās as if she was looping around her cunt
The combination was devastating.
Every slow grind of her hips made the dildo press against her G-spot. Every buzz of the wand sent white-hot pleasure ripping through her body. But the real trigger , the thing that nearly made her cum instantly ā was the thought echoing in her empty head:
They all know my mouth is only good for sucking cock.
The humiliation hit her like a drug. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she forced them forward again, staring straight into the camera lens with that perfect pornstar glaze.
She was right on the edge.
Her thighs began to shake. Her pussy clenched hard around the thick shaft inside her. A desperate, broken whimper escaped her painted lips as she quickly pulled the buzzing wand away from her clit, leaving only the fat dildo stuffed motionless inside her spasming cunt.
She held perfectly still, trembling, fighting the orgasm with everything she had left.
āThank you, Sirā¦ā she whimpered breathlessly, voice sweet and cracked with need. āI do this for youā¦ I edge my stupid slut pussy for youā¦ I let everyone see what a desperate porn whore Iāve becomeā¦ all for youā¦ā
Her eyes were completely glazed now, shiny and empty, locked on the camera like a good fucktoy should be. A single tear of overwhelming pleasure and humiliation slid down her cheek, smearing her mascara.
She was right there, aching, leaking, denied, and the longer she held herself right on that razor edge, the deeper the programming sank.
This was her life now.āØDressed like a whore.āØThought of as a whore.āØCumming (or not cumming) like a whore.
All because she finally understood the beautiful truth:
And she was such a very, very good girl.
They all know my mouth is only good for sucking cock.
The humiliation hit her like a drug. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she forced them forward again, staring straight into the camera lens with that perfect pornstar glaze.
She was right on the edge.
Her thighs began to shake. Her pussy clenched hard around the thick shaft inside her. A desperate, broken whimper escaped her painted lips as she quickly pulled the buzzing wand away from her clit, leaving only the fat dildo stuffed motionless inside her spasming cunt.
She held perfectly still, trembling, fighting the orgasm with everything she had left.
āThank you, Sirā¦ā she whimpered breathlessly, voice sweet and cracked with need. āI do this for youā¦ I edge my stupid slut pussy for youā¦ I let everyone see what a desperate porn whore Iāve becomeā¦ all for youā¦ā
She was right there aching, leaking, denied and the longer she held herself right on that razor edge, the deeper the programming sank.
This was her life now.āØDressed like a whore.āØThought of as a whore.āØCumming (or not cumming) like a whore.
All because she finally understood the beautiful truth:
And she was such a very, very good girl.
She held perfectly still, trembling, fighting the orgasm with everything she had left.
āThank you, Sirā¦ā she whimpered breathlessly, voice sweet and cracked with need. āI do this for youā¦ I edge my stupid slut pussy for youā¦ I let everyone see what a desperate porn whore Iāve becomeā¦ all for youā¦ā
She love this hypnotic feeling spinning and spiraling around her dripping cunt.
Her eyes were completely glazed now, shiny and empty, locked on the camera like a good fucktoy should be. A single tear of overwhelming pleasure and humiliation slid down her cheek, smearing her mascara.
She was right there, aching, leaking, deniedā¦ and the longer she held herself right on that razor edge, the deeper the programming sank.
This was her life now.āØDressed like a whore.āØThought of as a whore.āØCumming (or not cumming) like a whore.
All because she finally understood the beautiful truth:
And she was such a very, very good girl. And the spiral continues to loop around her cunt.
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